Kajura would learn one thing quite quickly. He was not in control here, Celica was. He had wandered into her domain, and here she held ultimate dominion. Nothing moved, died, or lived without her say so. And he'd trapped himself right in the middle of it.

Especially for someone like him, he would find his movements were not his own. Gravity pulled him to and fro, struck him down towards the ground. They would pull him in to flames, push him off course as he went to strike at her. And all the while the flames would rage around them.

Moreso then ever, she fought with a ferocity rarely seen. And all the while, cosmic mana seemed to pour into her from the stars above. They fueled her, they sustained her. And she used it almost as quickly as she gained it. Attacks rained in from all sides. Never once did the barrage seem to end, just as Celica's endurance seemed to have no end.

She used this to fuel herself, as she did not simply fight. It was more like... A performance, a deadly show of flames and cosmic. All of it bent to her will by the forces of gravity. Flames would be tamed, bent to her will. Their course would change to slam into him, their embers would be bent into unnatural shapes, crude for now. Merely orbs that would be tossed into him at times, but she was clearly trying something... They would coalesce, sometimes moving through stages, as if they wanted to be more! Cosmic would meld with fire! Huge amounts of pressure combining them to one, gravity pulling them into orbits around the battlefield, vortexes of flame and celestial mana swirling around them!

And then there was Kajura.

She tailored it, controlled it, specifically to make him feel small. Insignificant in the face of her power. They swirled around him like so many stars that circled Eternia. Gravity pulled him down, constantly twisting him, pulling him into the shape that Celica wanted. Until finally...

A final wave of gravity would rush over him. He would be stopped dead in his tracks, the barrage before having been meant to wear him down to this point. It would pull him to the ground, until he felt a large amount of pressure at each of his joints.

"Bow before your new goddess."

The flames and celestial mana would be pulled in around her, the vortex closing in and encircling her, until all that could be seen was her silhouette among the bright light created. The two melded, until they were one. A solar system among the flames. Her hand raised through the veil, and with it the wells of gravity that had formed at his joints would go to work. Bending him to her will, until he was forced to kneel before her.
(Celica)